She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

123 All Messed Up

Scarlett’s POV

I have never felt so bad in my life.

To my “family“, I have always bullied Ava. I broke her stuff, and I said mean things to her. I did. I have broken her stuff before, but mostly replaceable stuff like the pile of shit I threw out of the window today. And mostly because she broke my things first, or that she broke them herself and blamed me.

I have never broken something this meaningful for anyone, especially Ava. Maybe it just doesn’t happen often enough so that I’m feeling like sitting on a thousand needles?

Ava has been crying — fake crying – in front of her room while Alfred cleans it for a while now. I have been sitting on the empty dinner table and waiting for her cry to turn into a real one, for a while.

I got really good at telling apart her real and fake cries — her nose gets stuffed when it’s real. That means she hasn’t realized the apple of her eye is several pieces of an apple now.

I feel like I’m sitting on fire.

I kept telling myself that it would be okay. I no longer see them as families, so I’m not afraid of them! But I can’t stop my mind from rehearsing what would happen over and over again as it tires itself out.

Guilt. This is what real guilt feels like,

say I didn’t do it on purpose? I didn’t! It was there because I didn’t throw it out of the window after I have thrown most of the things off! I wouldn’t even believe myself… Maybe I should say that I

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mind. Maybe if

voice suddenly rises by my ear as his hands land on

at his mean scare! “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I hiss at him my heart pounding in my chest so

out a light, surprised

thought this kind of sister’s war happened like, every day?” He cocks his eyebrows,

I glare at him.

that quilt I see in your eyes?” Sebastian looks carefully at my eyes as if doing accurate science, “You don’t look

as much as you do,” I retort back nastily, “and who’s your source on

lightly, and

minute,” Sebastian grabs my wrist, and I swing him off

of my anger

thought I have every right, MRS. Knight,” He stresses the word Mrs, smirking evilly as he reaches for

to slap him another share right here right now if

me for it?” try to pull my wrist